There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place. ~Washington Irving

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

THE POST-OIL BEACH

Today was our first trip to the beach since the big oil spill.
I got some brown shiny streaks on my leg (maybe it was oil? Maybe not?) and we saw a few "certified" people looking for tar balls, BUT...other than that, all was normal.
We had a great time. Yes, even me, at 7 1/2 months pregnant. Whenever I felt a meltdown approaching, I hit the cool water. The waves felt great.
Maddox went to the public potty. On the way, TaTa said he spotted the shower (you know, the one that washes off the beach sand). After that, we had to go home. Maddox wanted nothing to do with the beach anymore. That shower had him mesmerized.
This is what he looked like at just 6pm (see below). And yes, that is him, almost asleep on my kitchen table.
No matter what time he goes to bed, he ALWAYS (well, 98% of the time) wakes up at 6am. By 7pm he is lost to dreamland.

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